I saw the most marvelous sight today.
Kids. In the street. Playing street hockey in the snow.
Instead of camping in front of their computers or playing video games, they were outside…where kids should be…yelling and screaming and having a grand old time.
It got me to thinking about what Ma told the Brooks boys every single day of our adolescence (barring hurricanes, blizzards, locusts and pestilence).
“GET OUT OF THE HOUSE, AND DON’T COME BACK UNTIL DINNER!”
Said with love, of course.